Today's
change was to my age. Yes, thirty-eight years ago (around 6.30pm, I'm told, just in time for a gin & tonic) I arrived in the world, a little yellow* bundle of joy**. From
Kingston Hospital back home to
Richmond*** where my mum finally got to tuck into her pork chop****.
Still here, though; so far, so good. Happy birthday to me!
* like all the best people, I had jaundice
** possibly a little artistic licence here
*** now there's posh
**** long story...
You share a birthday with my wife. Now that /is/ posh.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday old chap!